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Hi! It is the great grubswiper. This is the sixth chapter for an ottermaid's tale. Hope it suits you well enough.....

Grubswiper

Disclaimer: If Brian ever quits, I'll fill in right for him.

(Begin sixth chapter to an ottermaid's tale)

Dawn was a glad sight as the three travelers set out on their quest, hoping to cover much ground from their camp. The three creatures each had a pack of provisions that would last them for five days, if they treated their rations carefully.

Walking with a pace with a purpose, the companions chatted animatedly, keep their eyes sharp and wits about them.

"So I wonder what we'll find in the south. Maybe a good deal o' creatures!"

"Who knows. For all we know we could find an acorn."

"Hurr hurr! What eever whem foind, weel take et glardly!"

"I wish the south wouldn't be so far away. Me paws will probably be killin me by midafternoon."

"Oh dont whine Curry, you aren't that sheltered!"

"Ho yis heem is, huhuh!"

But by midafternoon all six paws were paws sore and weary, for they had cover more land then they expected. Luckily there was as stream, full of trout and blue gill. The friends flopped down on the grass and checked their surroundings. The stream was crowded with bushed trees and wild flowers. The flowing water was maybe as big as a large creek, barely classified as a stream.

The travelers decided not to eat from there packs, but fish for two reasons; they would not have to take away from their supplies and water may not be as abundant in the south. The travelers set about foraging, with curry fishing, halden preparing a fire, and Earthpaw dug up edible roots, gathering fruit, and filling extra canteens of water to add to their food packs.

Soon there was a fire blazing, fish and wild apples roasting, and three warm beast sitting around the fire.

For some reason Halden felt a tear threatening to pour down his face. He was silently reliving the thought of his village friends being tortured and killed. A tear eventually slid down his cheek for his captive friends in slavery. He hastily wiped. He was also suprissed to see both curry and Earthpaw were both shedding silent tears.

About half an hour later the fish was done and their sad mood turned into a sleepy mood. The sky was darkening and the three travelers unfolded their clocks and use them for mats to sleep on. But they had learned a lesson on alertness, so they had each one of themselves on a separate watch, in case any trouble came near them.

(Mossflower wood)

Quicktail had no need to look in the woods for any help, for help landed right on his paws. He had not been barely in his search when to young playful otter pups, or kits(as the otters would call them)were chasing each other when the one that was being chased tripped on a tree root and fell face first on Quicktail paws!

Hastily the young otter got and made sure whoever he bumped into wasn't hurt.

"You all right there mate?"

Quicktail looked at the otter fondly, he always admired there culture and accents.

"Not at all youn'un, but maybe ye could help me. Can ye show where yore holt is please?"

The kit was relieved that all the squirrel wanted instead of telling on him to his parents.

"Sure, follow me cully!"

About fifteen minutes later, Quicktail had come to a river and a carved out willow tree, which was a monster tree. The whole place was filled with otters, barking fishing, playing in the river.

The young kit, sensing he had done his task jumped in the stream without a ripple. Quicktail was about to call after him when a paw came on his shoulder.

"Why hullo there matey. What kin the holt of Streamtail do fer ye?"

Quicktail turned around and saw the strongest otter he had ever seen in his life, the otter hefted a heavy javelin, and a sling and sling pouch at his waste. His bone tail ring glinted in the sunlight.

Quicktail soon spoke of their villages plight, and the creature needed. The otter, who's name was Harloripple beckoned him inside their holt home.

"Well," he said with a smile, "Looks like we are gonna join ya till the end. I hate vermin to much to do other wise. But hearken, Quicktail, our otters only number about fifty. Fifty wont be very good against two hundred.

Quicktail nodded. "Aye, but halden will bring back other beast to come to our aid. Our plain is to do garilla attacks, slowly weaken the enemies army, and when halden come, we will have total victory over taking back our village."

Harloripple grasped Quicktail paw.

"So be it!"

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Grubswiper